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“Are you accusing Anna of hurting you?” He’s yelling now, he’s

furious. “Seriously, Rachel. That is enough! I have persuaded Anna—on

more than one occasion—not to go to the police about you, but if you

carry on like this—harassing us, making up stories—”

“I’m not accusing her of anything, Tom. I’m just trying to figure

things out. I don’t—”

“You don’t remember! Of course not. Rachel doesn’t remember.” He

sighs wearily. “Look. Anna saw you—you were drunk and abusive. She

came home to tell me, she was upset, so I went out to look for you. You

were in the street. I think you might have fallen. You were very upset.

You’d cut your hand.”

“I hadn’t—”

“Well, you had blood on your hand, then. I don’t know how it got

there. I told you I’d take you home, but you wouldn’t listen. You were

out of control, you were making no sense. You walked off and I went to

get the car, but when I came back, you’d gone. I drove up past the station

but I couldn’t see you. I drove around a bit more—Anna was very

worried that you were hanging around somewhere, that you’d come

back, that you’d try to get into the house. I was worried you’d fall, or get

yourself into trouble . . . I drove all the way to Ashbury. I rang the bell,

but you weren’t at home. I called you a couple of times. I left a message.

And yes, I was angry. I was really pissed off by that point.”

“I’m sorry, Tom,” I say. “I’m really sorry.”

“I know,” he says. “You’re always sorry.”

“You said that I shouted at Anna,” I say, cringing at the thought of it.

“What did I say to her?”

“I don’t know,” he snaps. “Would you like me to go and get her?

Perhaps you’d like to have a chat with her about it?”

“Tom . . .”

“Well, honestly—what does it matter now?”

“Did you see Megan Hipwell that night?”

“No.” He sounds concerned now. “Why? Did you? You didn’t do

something, did you?”

“No, of course I didn’t.”

He’s silent for a moment. “Well, why are you asking about this then?

Rachel, if you know something . . .”

“I don’t know anything,” I say. “I didn’t see anything.”

“Why were you at the Hipwells’ house on Monday? Please tell me so

that I can put Anna’s mind at ease. She’s worried.”

“I had something to tell him. Something I thought might be useful.”

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